less than living

more than dead

an image in

the Maker’s head 

some twisted plana Garden lost

a love upheld

by brutal cost 

a homeless mana rebel priest

who said the great

will be the least 

last will one daybe the first

and those who drink

will never thirst 

a martyr forthe cause of grace 

young Isaac’s ram

to take our place 

a bloody pricea three day wait

to mortal man

propitiate 

the cross’s woodbuilt mercy’s seat

with nails that pierced

His hands and feet 

that man might knowsweet hope once found

in heaven’s breath

and Eden’s ground